Post by Straburi Puffe on Apr 14, 2011 20:21:44 GMT -5
Name - Straburi Puffe
Former Occupation - Tuffle Army Artillery and Explosives
Specialist
Race - Tuffle
Family
Blukburi Puffe (mother)
Acai Puffe (father)
Razburi Puffe (sister)
Turles (effing brother-in-law type deal?!)
Tomana-Mana (niece)
Fighting Class - Engineer
Weapons
Nutcracker - Her massive monkey wrench which she tends to use exactly as it's title suggests.
Paint Bomb - A bomb that when set off, makes an enormous paint spatter in a wide radius. Sometimes they're tainted with a terrible stink or when she's feeling particularly malicious they're spiked...WITH ACID!
Incinerater Bomb - An explosive fire bomb, one she notes tends to scare the bejesus out of Saiya-jins.
Sleet Bomb - A bomb that freezes the target(s) in a block of ice. The bigger the bomb, the more likely more people are frozen.
Scrap Cutter - A wide radius shrapnel bomb.
BMFMB - Or Big-Mother-Fucking-Monkey-Blaster. The bazooka that stands taller than her and has blasted a few good holes and dents in great apes in it's day.
Personality
It's uncertain whether many other Tuffles had gone off the deep end in their last moments of the war. But Straburi certainly did, if not more than she already was! She has an unrelenting, deep-rooted hate for Saiya-jins, which had started well before the Saiya-jin-Tuffle War. She never elaborates on why, she simply goes out of her way to make them as miserable as she
possibly could.
With that said, she applies her cunning intelligence to further beat down on the overgrown filthy monkeys. While in, and out, of her Army service (which had only started due to some Saiya-jin incursion in the south) she formulated a wide range of potential explosives. Some were tame, like paint bombs, and some were just plain wrong, like the paint bombs...BUT WITH ACID!
In combat, she tends to chuck as much as she can, not ever having any sort of actual plan. Unless covert operations are needed. In which case, she has been known to leave tiny explosives in appealing foodstocks. If her victims don't wind up exploding from the inside out, they often get a facefull of the firepower.
Even around other Tuffles, she is considered anything but sane. It was presumed that maybe all the chemical fumes she wiffed while making the devastating weaponry had fried her brain. As it stood, she is an unstable, violent and downright mean individual. Except when she is dealing with her family. Then there is an almost eerie calmness to her and she becomes quite approachable.
This particular Tuffle's penchant for mayhem and general maiming landed her in Hell. In Hell, well, it's an entirely different story. She is one of the key punishments for the Saiya-jins much to her delight. On the flip side, her own Hell consists...of spontaneous moments where she is bombless. Without her bombs, Straburi is a very fidgety, skittish and confused individual. Until her artillery decides to come back to her, she often huddles in a corner for safety.
Appearance
At 3'9, Straburi is small but volatile. For someone who totes around immense firepower, she is physically weak, thus requiring that the metal she works with be as light weight as possible without losing it's sturdiness. She makes up for her lack of strength with some impressive speed, making it easy for her to dash along and leave a trail of explosives when needed.
Like her sister, Straburi is named for her hair, which is a bright red as are her round eyes. Her straight hair comes about an inch above her shoulders, sometimes getting wavy due to the humidity in the air. When she is tinkering or studying, she requires a small set of spectacles to help her sight.
Her choice attire is pretty much all leather. Leather halter top, leather skirt, leather fingerless gloves that travel from her bicep down, leather boots with stilleto heels that come up to mid-thigh. And some goggles. All black. Cause black meant you had an easier time sneaking! And it was sexy.
Sometimes, just to lure male monkey men in to hand them a bomb, she keeps a fake prostetic tail on hand.
Background
Ever since she was little, Straburi enjoyed fiddling with technology. But of course, being a Tuffle, that was what a lot of them did.
It was uncertain, whether the Saiya-jin were a blight on the Tuffles or if the Tuffles had treated the Saiya-jin as badly as they claimed. To Straburi, it didn't matter. All she knew was...A damn dirty monkey had taken her pet dog Bomber and had him for dinner, thinking it was something he could hunt and eat. Due to that traumatizing incident, Straburi developed a vendetta against all the monkeys. Because of ridicule of her extreme behavior over what is often deemed something unimportant, she keeps her reasons to herself.
The small Tuffle woman felt justified when the Saiya-jin-Tuffle War broke out and she zealously joined in the defense of their home towns. During an attack on her own home, she became separated from her sister Razburi. With the idea that her sister would possibly survive to see another day, Straburi went out with as much a hail of shrapnel and fire as she could.
She was incredibly put off when after she died, she was sent down to Hell. She even tried chucking one of her more destructive bombs at King Yemma which hadn't done much good. When she was prepared to whip out her BMFMB, she was dropped down and landed in the Bloody Pond, much to her ire.
With nothing better to do down in Hell, she set about finding every single Saiya-jin she could. She kept tabs on them and all the others that eventually filed down. She made it her personal mission to give them unending grief in the afterlife and she did it well. When the planet was destroyed, she was delighted in how the whole race basically funneled in, ensuring good times for her for a very, very long time.
RP Sample (Using Turles sample cause I'm lazy.)
Life was at his blasted fingertips, he only needed the right tools and the right time. One tool in Hell to reach the second tool on Earth. That was all there was to it. Then they would do his bidding and before he knew it, he would be alive again. The right time was drawing in closely. The defenders on Earth were powerful. Too powerful. While he had been strong in life, now he would feel like nothing more than a blip on whatever radars they used. His presence, until it was too late, would go unnoticed. At least that was the plan. Not to mention, so far Earth was immersed in a time of peace, their guard would be lax.
The irritable saiya-jin warlord rubbed his hands together. The plan was simple. All it required was that his ship had survived the interference of Earth's defenders. Of that, he was skeptical. But what he was certain of, was that the tank in which he had cultivated the Might Extract would be intact. He had spared absolutely no expense in it's construction. Replicated seeds of the Tree had been tucked away in it, and the life-giving extract that he had used many times before on reviving fossilized remains...It had to all be there, safe from those unwitting foolhardy heroes. Sitting and ready to be put to use.
The search for the perfect cohort in Hell had gone on for a long time now. It had to be someone from Earth specifically and he was amazed at how it seemed Earth had next to no mystics. At least in Hell. No wonder it was such a weak planet! Earth had no blighters or any evil doer with such power? It was an impossible idea. He didn't realize the search would be so daunting...A shaman, a witch, a wizard, something that could project their spirit somehow! He didn't care how! He needed one and he needed it now!
Other saiya-jins were hard to find for some reason as well. Turles wondered if it was something about Hell...separate and conquer. They had done that a lot during their time in the galaxy. It was fitting that they feel that lonely despair in Hell too, he supposed. However, he had never needed others unless they were henchmen to do his bidding and nothing was going to change that any time soon. It was best to remain attachment free, it was just good life and business sense.
He knew a couple had been to Earth before him and failed because of that traitorous fool Kakarot, they had been the last few survivors with him. Already with his crew in hand, Turles had no need to deal with the snide little prince and his two guards. It was insane though that they, the last few, all wound up making their graves on the same planet in the end. Wracking his brain as to who the remaining saiya-jins had been and who had died on Earth, he deduced that his weak nephew would have to do the job for him. Turles sneered. He would rather find what he considered more capable hands to sully but he had no real options. Nappa had been much too dim to grasp anything mystical, he was sure. At least his eldest nephew had half a brain.
He remembered vaguely, now and again, how he had come across the younger saiya-jin by the Blood Fountain. It was a serene, if not gruesome place. It certainly seemed a quaint place for one of his brothers to brood at during their punishing sentence. So Turles decided to wait there, lurking, for when he would be able to have a few moments of contact with his nephew on his next visit to the fountain. There was little doubt that he would cooperate...Raditz really had no choice in the matter. His stay in Hell could become much worse. He'd make sure of it.
His dark eyes roamed around, searching the area. The fountain trickled quietly and there was next to no one present. There were none of the ridiculous little boats floating around. It was, for lack of something less pun based, deathly quiet. The saiya-jin growled darkly. He had only been standing there five minutes and already his patience was on dangerously thin ice. It would be all the willpower he could muster not to beat his nephew senseless for making him wait.
Former Occupation - Tuffle Army Artillery and Explosives
Specialist
Race - Tuffle
Family
Blukburi Puffe (mother)
Acai Puffe (father)
Razburi Puffe (sister)
Turles (effing brother-in-law type deal?!)
Tomana-Mana (niece)
Fighting Class - Engineer
Weapons
Nutcracker - Her massive monkey wrench which she tends to use exactly as it's title suggests.
Paint Bomb - A bomb that when set off, makes an enormous paint spatter in a wide radius. Sometimes they're tainted with a terrible stink or when she's feeling particularly malicious they're spiked...WITH ACID!
Incinerater Bomb - An explosive fire bomb, one she notes tends to scare the bejesus out of Saiya-jins.
Sleet Bomb - A bomb that freezes the target(s) in a block of ice. The bigger the bomb, the more likely more people are frozen.
Scrap Cutter - A wide radius shrapnel bomb.
BMFMB - Or Big-Mother-Fucking-Monkey-Blaster. The bazooka that stands taller than her and has blasted a few good holes and dents in great apes in it's day.
Personality
It's uncertain whether many other Tuffles had gone off the deep end in their last moments of the war. But Straburi certainly did, if not more than she already was! She has an unrelenting, deep-rooted hate for Saiya-jins, which had started well before the Saiya-jin-Tuffle War. She never elaborates on why, she simply goes out of her way to make them as miserable as she
possibly could.
With that said, she applies her cunning intelligence to further beat down on the overgrown filthy monkeys. While in, and out, of her Army service (which had only started due to some Saiya-jin incursion in the south) she formulated a wide range of potential explosives. Some were tame, like paint bombs, and some were just plain wrong, like the paint bombs...BUT WITH ACID!
In combat, she tends to chuck as much as she can, not ever having any sort of actual plan. Unless covert operations are needed. In which case, she has been known to leave tiny explosives in appealing foodstocks. If her victims don't wind up exploding from the inside out, they often get a facefull of the firepower.
Even around other Tuffles, she is considered anything but sane. It was presumed that maybe all the chemical fumes she wiffed while making the devastating weaponry had fried her brain. As it stood, she is an unstable, violent and downright mean individual. Except when she is dealing with her family. Then there is an almost eerie calmness to her and she becomes quite approachable.
This particular Tuffle's penchant for mayhem and general maiming landed her in Hell. In Hell, well, it's an entirely different story. She is one of the key punishments for the Saiya-jins much to her delight. On the flip side, her own Hell consists...of spontaneous moments where she is bombless. Without her bombs, Straburi is a very fidgety, skittish and confused individual. Until her artillery decides to come back to her, she often huddles in a corner for safety.
Appearance
At 3'9, Straburi is small but volatile. For someone who totes around immense firepower, she is physically weak, thus requiring that the metal she works with be as light weight as possible without losing it's sturdiness. She makes up for her lack of strength with some impressive speed, making it easy for her to dash along and leave a trail of explosives when needed.
Like her sister, Straburi is named for her hair, which is a bright red as are her round eyes. Her straight hair comes about an inch above her shoulders, sometimes getting wavy due to the humidity in the air. When she is tinkering or studying, she requires a small set of spectacles to help her sight.
Her choice attire is pretty much all leather. Leather halter top, leather skirt, leather fingerless gloves that travel from her bicep down, leather boots with stilleto heels that come up to mid-thigh. And some goggles. All black. Cause black meant you had an easier time sneaking! And it was sexy.
Sometimes, just to lure male monkey men in to hand them a bomb, she keeps a fake prostetic tail on hand.
Background
Ever since she was little, Straburi enjoyed fiddling with technology. But of course, being a Tuffle, that was what a lot of them did.
It was uncertain, whether the Saiya-jin were a blight on the Tuffles or if the Tuffles had treated the Saiya-jin as badly as they claimed. To Straburi, it didn't matter. All she knew was...A damn dirty monkey had taken her pet dog Bomber and had him for dinner, thinking it was something he could hunt and eat. Due to that traumatizing incident, Straburi developed a vendetta against all the monkeys. Because of ridicule of her extreme behavior over what is often deemed something unimportant, she keeps her reasons to herself.
The small Tuffle woman felt justified when the Saiya-jin-Tuffle War broke out and she zealously joined in the defense of their home towns. During an attack on her own home, she became separated from her sister Razburi. With the idea that her sister would possibly survive to see another day, Straburi went out with as much a hail of shrapnel and fire as she could.
She was incredibly put off when after she died, she was sent down to Hell. She even tried chucking one of her more destructive bombs at King Yemma which hadn't done much good. When she was prepared to whip out her BMFMB, she was dropped down and landed in the Bloody Pond, much to her ire.
With nothing better to do down in Hell, she set about finding every single Saiya-jin she could. She kept tabs on them and all the others that eventually filed down. She made it her personal mission to give them unending grief in the afterlife and she did it well. When the planet was destroyed, she was delighted in how the whole race basically funneled in, ensuring good times for her for a very, very long time.
RP Sample (Using Turles sample cause I'm lazy.)
Life was at his blasted fingertips, he only needed the right tools and the right time. One tool in Hell to reach the second tool on Earth. That was all there was to it. Then they would do his bidding and before he knew it, he would be alive again. The right time was drawing in closely. The defenders on Earth were powerful. Too powerful. While he had been strong in life, now he would feel like nothing more than a blip on whatever radars they used. His presence, until it was too late, would go unnoticed. At least that was the plan. Not to mention, so far Earth was immersed in a time of peace, their guard would be lax.
The irritable saiya-jin warlord rubbed his hands together. The plan was simple. All it required was that his ship had survived the interference of Earth's defenders. Of that, he was skeptical. But what he was certain of, was that the tank in which he had cultivated the Might Extract would be intact. He had spared absolutely no expense in it's construction. Replicated seeds of the Tree had been tucked away in it, and the life-giving extract that he had used many times before on reviving fossilized remains...It had to all be there, safe from those unwitting foolhardy heroes. Sitting and ready to be put to use.
The search for the perfect cohort in Hell had gone on for a long time now. It had to be someone from Earth specifically and he was amazed at how it seemed Earth had next to no mystics. At least in Hell. No wonder it was such a weak planet! Earth had no blighters or any evil doer with such power? It was an impossible idea. He didn't realize the search would be so daunting...A shaman, a witch, a wizard, something that could project their spirit somehow! He didn't care how! He needed one and he needed it now!
Other saiya-jins were hard to find for some reason as well. Turles wondered if it was something about Hell...separate and conquer. They had done that a lot during their time in the galaxy. It was fitting that they feel that lonely despair in Hell too, he supposed. However, he had never needed others unless they were henchmen to do his bidding and nothing was going to change that any time soon. It was best to remain attachment free, it was just good life and business sense.
He knew a couple had been to Earth before him and failed because of that traitorous fool Kakarot, they had been the last few survivors with him. Already with his crew in hand, Turles had no need to deal with the snide little prince and his two guards. It was insane though that they, the last few, all wound up making their graves on the same planet in the end. Wracking his brain as to who the remaining saiya-jins had been and who had died on Earth, he deduced that his weak nephew would have to do the job for him. Turles sneered. He would rather find what he considered more capable hands to sully but he had no real options. Nappa had been much too dim to grasp anything mystical, he was sure. At least his eldest nephew had half a brain.
He remembered vaguely, now and again, how he had come across the younger saiya-jin by the Blood Fountain. It was a serene, if not gruesome place. It certainly seemed a quaint place for one of his brothers to brood at during their punishing sentence. So Turles decided to wait there, lurking, for when he would be able to have a few moments of contact with his nephew on his next visit to the fountain. There was little doubt that he would cooperate...Raditz really had no choice in the matter. His stay in Hell could become much worse. He'd make sure of it.
His dark eyes roamed around, searching the area. The fountain trickled quietly and there was next to no one present. There were none of the ridiculous little boats floating around. It was, for lack of something less pun based, deathly quiet. The saiya-jin growled darkly. He had only been standing there five minutes and already his patience was on dangerously thin ice. It would be all the willpower he could muster not to beat his nephew senseless for making him wait.
